Lake Bismuth swimming in a fish bowl

My sister, she chirped. A cold feeling towards the crown prince didn't at all necessitate cruelty towards her other siblings. Actually, she was quite fond of all three her sisters. Particularly Arzu. I'd give her feedback when she asked for it— And, because she could never just be nice: —She made things prettier than... this.

Something was missing, though. The strangers murmurs garnered a small growl, the sound rolling from her lips in annoyance. Then, her eyes shone once more, manner changing in the blink of an eye. Fish bone? She hummed, flicking one of the thin bones from the earth near the pools. A live fish wriggled away at the movement.

You could use the spine for some texture. She nudged it closer, teeth sharp, smiling. The integration of death into art was something she rarely experimented with, but she was always one for new opportunities, ideas.